Someone once told me that it doesn't matter how many hands you win or lose, it's knowing when to quit. So, I quit. I won my fight tonight. With the money from the purse, my family won't have to shell out for a funeral and my husband will have enough left over to start a new life without me. Hopefully with someone better. That's a good enough ending to an otherwise pathetic story. If "happily ever after" is impossible, then you take the best you can get. I could expound on my reasons and lament that it's come to this, but it would be pointless and it would just give me more time to chicken out, so I'm just going to say goodbye and get on with it. You guys have been great. Best of luck in the new year.